she, who shines like a rising sun (Happy birthday, Mia! <3)

and if she drops like afternoon rain,

may her heart bloom with daisies

and her smile bear springtime fruit

and may honeycomb, sweet as she,

tickle her ears like whispers carried on the winds

and if she stays on an uphill climb,

may she face her obstacles headon

so they blossom with the glow

of her luminescent eyes

may flora and fauna rise softly under her fingertips

and become ornaments caressed by the mountain she climbs

and if she soars, oh, if she soars,

may she soar on blessed wings

shaped from the constellations etched in her memory

and may she light up each morning

like a fresh sun hatching from its chrysalis

settled sleepily on the horizon

drop, stay, soar, and may she take to the skies

with flames in her soul and stars in her eyes